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THE LAST EVENING
at my port-hole in the night. How did he know which port-hole? How did he know my bed was there?"
Siddereticus smiled inscrutably.
"Ah!" said he, nor could he be made to say another word on the subject.
"I knew there was something very important to tell you," said Fen, presently. "We're going away to-morrow."
"What!" cried the Djinn.
"Yes," said Fen, sadly; "we're going back down the Nile, an' then we're going to Venice, an' then to Cap—Cap—something—what's its name?"
"Capri?" suggested Siddereticus.
"Yes, that's it—Capri! to get my auntie, who's been there ever so long, painting pictures—an' oh, sha'n't I ever see you again?"
Siddereticus studied the river bank thoughtfully.
"Well," said he, "I haven't a magic
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